[You're too much, he said to her last time they spoke, and she bowed her head and accepted it. So many people have found her too much, over the centuries: too loud, too drunk, too passionate, too reckless, too Iris. She's tried, many times, to diminish herself, to toe the lines other people set for her, and she's always, inevitably failed.
The Barge is the first place she's ever found where she hasn't felt like too much for everyone around her on a daily basis. The first place where she hasn't felt she was being forced to choose between a tiny, formal dance in shoes that hurt or running away barefoot and never looking back.
And even here it still chases her; it's ironic, she feels, coming from Zane, whose power and spirit shines colossally around him. Her phoenix boy.
The ironpull makes her squeal and giggle like a child on a fairground ride, and she hurls herself gratefully into his arms.]
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The Barge is the first place she's ever found where she hasn't felt like too much for everyone around her on a daily basis. The first place where she hasn't felt she was being forced to choose between a tiny, formal dance in shoes that hurt or running away barefoot and never looking back.
And even here it still chases her; it's ironic, she feels, coming from Zane, whose power and spirit shines colossally around him. Her phoenix boy.
The ironpull makes her squeal and giggle like a child on a fairground ride, and she hurls herself gratefully into his arms.]
I missed you so much, love.